Princess Amya recently lost her father King Darian to a mysterious illness thus gaining control of the Kingdom of Timbre a bright modern self sustaining kingdom. An enemy from the past threatens Amya and Timbre's future and an unexpected turn of eve...
"Cameron?" I said walking into the library. "Did you find him? Oh my God. Is that blood?" His eyes widened as he looked at me. "Yes. It is. Will you follow me to the kitchen so you can take Jonathan some soup while I clean myself up?" I asked. "Is he okay? Is that his blood?" "He will be alright in time. Yes. It is his blood." I sighed looking at Cameron. In the kitchen I filled a bowl about halfway with the soup I'd been working on for most of the day. "I am surprised you do not have a chef to cook for you." Cameron mentioned. "I do. I only use her for dinner party. I do not see a point in making someone cook for just me." I smiled at him. "You are not at all what I thought you would be." "I prefer to be as 'normal' as possible. My father hated it." "Nicolas. Take Mr. Black to see his brother while I clean up." "Yes, your highness." "Make sure he eats but slowly or he will get sick. I will come to clean his wounds once I have changed." I watched Cameron follow Nicolas out of the kitchen. "This is a mistake." Griffin said. "The mistake was you thinking you could hide a full dungeon from me. Did you really believe that you could keep his existence from me?" I shook my head. When he did not answer I wallow out of the kitchen up the stairs to my bedroom on the second floor. After scrubbing his blood from my skin and quickly washing it out if my hair I changed into an orange chiffon dress with white lace straps and bodice and fastened my large golden crystal crown to my wet hair pulled into a low ponytail at the base of my neck. I filled a bowl with warm water and grabbed a clean rag.
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"He is not a good person, Amya." Griffin said as I opened my door. "I will be the judge of that. Clean his blood off of my tiara and attempt the same with the dress but if you cannot get it out, burn it." "And for your information; I remember the faces of the people that abducted me. He was not among them." I knocked quietly on the door to the spare bedroom Nicolas laid Jonathan down in. The door cracked open revealing Cameron's face. "Your highness." He said stepping aside. Jonathan sat propped up in the center of the large bed still covered in his own blood. "Your highness?" He asked with a chuckle before he looked up at me. "Princess Amya?" "Yes." I smiled sadly at him. "May I?" I motioned to the area next to him on the bed. He nodded still staring wide eyed at me. "Cameron. Will you hold this for me, please?" I held the bowl out to him. Cameron took the bowl from me so I could ring the rag out and begin cleaning Jonathan's wounds. "I am going to try not to hurt you but I need to see how badly you are injured." He nodded as he watched me begin to wipe the dried blood from his chest. He winced as I inadvertently pulled some of his chest hair. "I am sorry." Once the blood was cleaned I could see the full extent of his injuries. Multiple relatively deep dagger slices. Welts from a whip. And many deep bruises. "Cameron. Will you go into that washroom, change out the water and grab a new rag out of the cabinet?" He nodded at me staring at his brother's injuries. "He will be alright, Cameron. I promise." Cameron looked at me and nodded. "Can you lean forward so I can look at your back?" I asked. "I can help you." He nodded and reached out for me. I sat up on my knees and gripped his forearms gently, helped him up off of the pillows. His back covered in crisscross welts and cuts. "Cameron. Will you set that down and let Jonathan lean against you so I can clean off his back?" After cleaning him up I pulled gently on his shoulder so he could lean back onto my chest. "Is this okay? I want to clean your face." He nodded but felt tense against me. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded again. "When was the last time they hurt you?" "Not last night but the night before." He answered. I nodded but did not trust myself to speak. I gently took each of his hands to clean the blood, dirt, and skin from his wrists. "Are your legs hurt or just weak because they kept you off of them for so long?" I asked. "I think they broke the left one once but I am unsure." "May I?" He nodded and I moved to lean him back against the pillows. I examined his leg after rolling up the loose pant leg. "It is not broken. Bruised but not broken." I smiled up at him. "With your permission I would like to attempt to heal some of your wounds. It could ease some of your pain." He looked at me incredulously. "You can do that?" "In theory, yes. I have never attempted it on someone who has suffered so many injuries." "Is it safe?" He asked. "Yes. Of course it is safe." I chuckled softly. I sat down in front of him and reached for his hands. Hesitantly he touched his fingertips to my palms. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I could feel the energy flowing through me into Jonathan's hands. I envisioned a bright white light wrapping around his bloodied wrists healing the deep welts and bruises and closing the cuts. As the light trailed up his arms it pulled the bruises from his skin and muscles. I took another deep breath focusing on his torso. Watching the light close his deep slices turning his welts and cuts to scars as his bruises faded. I could feel myself growing weak but I was determined to finish. The light wrapped around his legs removing the bruises before snaking back up to his neck and face before retreating back down his arms back into my hands. I leaned forward breathing heavily. "Are you alright?" I heard hin ask me, his voice much stronger than before. I nodded. "Just give me a moment. Please." I whispered. When I tried to raise my eyes I got dizzy. "I need to lie down for a moment." I reached for him. He helped me lie on my back so I could rest. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" "No. I just need a bit of time. How do you feel?" I asked. "Better. Still sore but definitely not as bad as I probably should. How did you do that?" I smiled lightly. "Runs in the family. I should let you rest." I said sitting up slowly. "You are both welcome here as long as you would like. The guard will know that both of you are under my protection." I said as I stood up. "Cameron? Do you require a separate room or would you rather stay in here with Jonathan?" "I would like to stay in here." "Alright. My bedroom is at the end of the hall. Do not hesitate to ask if you need anything." Both brothers nodded before I closed the door behind me.
